most of the time i only want to be awake for about three hours a week, and i never want to eat again. the sometimes i get really excited about things and i wonder how i ever slept days away and i still do not want to eat much. sometimes i feel nothing is worth it. this will be forgotten soon enough, and everyone is shitty anyways. sometimes i could stay up all night and tell you or you or you my thoughts on this or that, or planning moments and lives together for the future. sometimes i never want to write or talk again. it's all the same cry for attention. i'm the same as everyone i can't stand, pathetic. sometimes i just want to get really fucked up and write until it's raw and beautiful and ugly. makes perfect sense and does not make sense at all. sometimes i spend the entire day thinking about the things i should do while managing to do none of them. sometimes all i want to do is fall in love, fuck eachother's brains out for a few days straight and then fall asleep and never wake up again. sometime i can't think of anything i want in the entire world. sometimes i want it all, and then some. sometimes i am sweet. sometimes i am starving with desire. sometimes i just want to go to sleep.
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